Copper had been cooped up all day and was happy to see me. We went outside for our little ritual: First I throw day-glow orange tennis balls so he can fetch them — and then I bounce on the trampoline while he runs around the yard as if I'm still throwing the day-glow orange balls.
It was my first bounce of the season, my first bounce of 2015, for that matter. The tramp has been snow-covered for a month.
It felt good to be jumping; the world has that soft edge that it has when one is moving or bouncing through it. The house glowed yellow, a beacon in the dusk. We stayed out till the light left the sky.